Besides, although money was not as easy to earn here as it was in modern times, the process of accumulating wealth little by little was more genuine—and quite interesting.
"You really aren't giving me a chance." Feng Han sighed with feigned helplessness.
He pulled a small cloth pouch from his robes and placed it on the table in front of her. "Then surely you can accept this?"
"What is it?"
Su Qiao picked up the pouch and opened it. Inside was a delicate wooden hairpin. It looked somewhat old and clearly wasn't newly made.
Afraid she would refuse again, Feng Han spoke first. "Consider it a return gift for making the clothes."
"It's made of sandalwood, so it isn't as conspicuous as a gold or jade hairpin."
He had wanted to give her a gold or jade hairpin, but he knew she would never accept those.
He could only settle for a wooden one.
Since things had already been said to this point, it would be awkward for Su Qiao not to accept it. "All right, I'll take it."
Outside the carriage window, Yuan Wu was riding on horseback and keeping an eye on their surroundings. His expression paused for a moment as he pretended to casually glance into the carriage, then quickly turned his gaze away.
The master had carried this wooden hairpin for many years. He only took it out to look at it during the Moon Festival or the Lantern Festival.
Although the master had never mentioned it, Yuan Wu guessed that the hairpin had been left behind by the master's mother.
And now he had given it to...
It seemed the master truly had feelings for her.
Inside the carriage, Feng Han turned around and took another cloth bundle from a hidden cabinet, then handed it